The Fat Spencer's Gym

A conclusion to the six years.
I contemplate to win, to crush, to slay. Why then, the slayed rises to their feet again, and like a crackbrained mob, and never intended to bow down to me? I always thought god has forsaken me, for i never been a laborious freak on the pitch. Consequently, I dispose more and more effort into it. I spend days in the gym as though i am having copulation with the weights.

In the end, it's all about desolation, despondency and shit. You gaze upon the sky, and you see the clouds forming two words, fcuk you. If you prick up your ears, it's all jubilance chanting from the opposition. How does that feels? A noncomformist?

I now realise the bonding can bring you miles further. One makes the difference, but all makes a miracle. To hunt like a horde of rapacious wolves and tear them apart with you people was an honour. As your helmsman, i have done my best, and probably not.

I dont give a fcuk now.
The rugby ball isnt customized for me.
Six years of torment is enough, and what a hell streak it is.
Dont say losing is part and parcel, it already has decimated my heart.

I did not weep a tear today, because my tears have welled up. But i grieved, for the fact that it seems like today's loss is apparent to losing all pretentions in life. Worse than someone stabs you in the back. It's my team, for heaven sake, not some wussy pussy's. Tears dont bring me far, it just portrays the enfeebled side of me. Perhaps I do have.

Enough.
The rugby ball have eloped with catholic junior college.
I have no love, no sex or whatever.
My life is back to square one.
I love you people for embracing me when times are hard.
I shall fill in others with my experience and ideologies.
But fcuk, I broke up with the rugby ball and it's all over.
We will not patch up.
The love is tattered and torn.
Trickling with rich blood.
Like all lovers say," She will be only living in my memories, but never in my life again".
Thank you all.
May the lord be with you.
Goodbye.

Six years.
I do not reckon that i am adept at rugby, but as a player, i placed my balls, heart, mind into the pitch whenever the battle summoned for my presence.
Six years.
I stumbled upon varied opponents, grotesque caucasians, zany malays, and stubborn chinese.
Six years.
I try to fcuk opponents till they are screwed internally.
Six years.
I conceive the fact that team mates are not your training tackling bags, but someone who gives a pat on ur shoulder, and say "fcuk you"
Six years.
I always have the urge to wreck my opponents' sissy faces, and sniggered, smirked or whatever.
Six years.
I relive the thinking that my team mates consider me as a big wussy pussy during secondary one, someone who will not walk out big of the pitch.
Six years.
I have pigged out seoul garden right before my training.
Six years.
I presume i have inflicted around ten severe injuries on my opponents in my career, cool huh? more to come.
Six years.
I am sometimes individualistic. perhaps predominantly.
Six years.
I perceive the fact that to win a game, u have to presuppose you have more balls than your opponents.
Six years.
I desire to win, and frolick with some metal in my hands like a kid.
Six years.
I venerate big coach rong. fcuk man, u really rocks my time.
Six years.
I do not want to replicate others style of playing. only mine. truly mine.
Six years.
I understand that skills, strength, speed and stamina will mould ur rugby future.
Six years.
I want to carry the day, dearly and painstakingly.
Six years.
I want to thank zh, cunt, pussy, andry, nigga, yiheng, benj, mohammed, charles, yc, clarence, dhl, choong.
Six years.
I want to again thank disong, pom, sk, cheeky, huiwen, cai, 2 dollars, chinaman, changliang, hans and mong.
Six years.
I suppose an end has to be put to this end.
Six years.
I want to caress the metal plate like someone's boobs.
Six years.

no more dejectedness, no more disappointment. only laughter.
fcuk you all, my satan self has been lured out to beat you all into a pulp.

Maybe you.

I woke up it was seven
Waited till eleven
Just to figure out that no one would call.
I think I got a lot of friends
But I don’t hear from them.
What’s another night all alone?
When your spending every day on your own
And here it goes

I’m just a kid and life is a nighmare
I’m just a kid and I know that it’s not fair
Nobody cares cause I’m alone and the world
Is havin’ more fun then me

And maybe when the night is dead
I’ll crawl into my bed
Staring at these four walls again
I’ll try to think about the last time
I had a good time ,
Eveyone’s got somewhere to go
And their gonna leave me here on my own
And here it goes

I’m just a kid and life is a nighmare
I’m just a kid and I know that it’s not fair
Nobody cares cause I’m alone and the world
Is havin’ more fun then me

What the fuck is wrong with me?
Don’t fit in with anybody
How did this happen to me?

Wide awake I’m bored and I can’t fall asleep
And eveynight is the worst night ever

I’m just a kid (just a kid)

Im just a kid and life is a nightmare
Im just a kid and I know that it’s not fare

Nobody cares cause I’m alone and the world is ..
Nobody wants to be alone and the world

I’m just a kid and life is a nightmare
I’m just a kid, I know that it’s not fair
Nobody cares cause I’m alone and the world is
Nobody wants to be alone in the world
Nobody cares cause I’m alone and the world is
Having more fun than me, tonight

I’m all alone ...
Tonight
Nobody cares...
Tonight
Cuz I’m just a kid, tonight

Outrun, outstrength, outwit, outlast, and the outcome is to outwin.

Theoden: I will not risk open war.
Aragorn: Open war is upon you whether you would risk it or not.

Theoden: So much death. What can men do against such reckless hate?
Aragorn: Ride out with me. Ride out and meet them.
Theoden: For death and glory.
Aragorn: For Rohan. For your people.
Theoden: The Horn of Helm Hammerhand will sound in the deep, one last time!

Gimli: Bring your pretty face to my axe.

Eomer: Look for your friends, but do not trust to hope. It has forsaken these lands.

Theoden: Look at my men. Their courage hangs by a thread. If this is to be our end, then I would have them make such an end, as to be worthy of remembrance.

Theoden: A great host, you say?
Aragorn: All Isengard is emptied.
Theoden: How many?
Aragorn: Ten thousand strong at least.
Theoden: [astonished] Ten thousand?
Aragorn: It is an army bred for a single purpose, to destroy the world of men. They will be here by nightfall.
Theoden: Let them come.

Aragorn: If by my life or death I can protect you, I will. You have my sword...
Legolas: ...and you have my bow...
Gimli: ...and my axe.
Boromir: You carry the fate of us all, little one. If this is indeed the will of the Council, then Gondor will see it done.

Galadriel: The Quest stands upon the edge of a knife. Stray but a little, and it will fail, to the ruin of all. Yet hope remains while the Company is true.

Elrond: I was there the day the strength of men failed.

Arwen: Why do you fear the past? You are Isildur's heir, not Isildur himself. You are not bound to his fate.
Aragorn: The same blood flows in my veins. The same weakness.
Arwen: Your time will come. You will face the same evil, and you will defeat it.

[as orcs break down the door]
Gimli: Let them come. There is one dwarf yet in Moria who still draws breath.

[to Frodo]
Boromir: I ask only for the strength to defend my people.

Aragorn: I do not know what strength is in my blood, but I swear to you I will not let the White City fall, nor our people fail.
Boromir: Our people, our people. I would have would have called you my brother... my captain... my king .
Aragorn: Be at peace Son of Gondor

Boromir: The world of men will fall, and all will come to darkness, my city to ruin.
Aragorn: I do not know what strength is in my blood, but I swear to you I will not let the White City fall, nor our people fail.

Gimli: They have no honor in life. They have none now in death.

Aragorn: Hold your ground, hold your ground. Sons of Gondor, of Rohan, my brothers. I see in your eyes the same fear that would take the heart of me. A day may come when the courage of men fails, when we forsake our friends and break all bonds of fellowship, but it is not this day. An hour of wolves and shattered shields, when the age of men comes crashing down, but it is not this day. This day we fight! By all that you hold dear on this good Earth, I bid you *stand, Men of the West!*

Eowyn: Courage, Merry, courage for our friends.

Gamling: He leaves because there is no hope.
Theoden: He leaves because he must.
Gamling: Too few have come. We cannot defeat the armies of Mordor.
Theoden: No we cannot. But we will meet them in battle nonetheless.

Eomer: Now is the hour! Riders of Rohan! Oaths you have taken, now fulfill them all, to lord and land!

Elrond: I give hope to men.
Aragorn: I keep none for myself.

Gimli: Never thought I'd die fighting side by side with an Elf.
Legolas: What about side by side with a friend?
Gimli: Aye. I could do that.

Gandalf: I will not say, Do not weep, for not all tears are an evil.

Aragorn: My friends, you bow to no one.

Pippin: It's so quiet.
Gandalf: It's the deep breath before the plunge.
Pippin: I don't want to be in a battle. But waiting on the edge of one I can't escape is even worse.

Elrond: That future is almost gone.
Arwen: But it is not lost.

Frodo: There'll be none left for the return journey.
Sam: I don't think there will be a return journey, Mr. Frodo.

Pippin: Here do I swear fealty and service to Gondor. In peace or war. In living or dying. F... f... from this hour henceforth, until my lord release me... or death take me.
Denethor: And I shall not forget it. Nor fail to reward that which is given. Fealty with love, valor with honor, disloyalty with vengeance.

King of the Dead: The dead do not suffer the living to pass.
Aragorn: You will suffer me.

King of the Dead: That line was broken.
Aragorn: It has been remade.

Gandalf: Send these foul beasts into the abyss.

Gandalf: Our enemy is ready, his full strength gathered. Not only orcs, but men as well: legions of Haradrim from the south, mercenaries from the coast. All will answer Mordor's call.

Theoden: Forth, and fear no darkness! Arise. Arise, Riders of ThÈoden. Spears shall be shaken, shields shall be splintered. A sword day... a red day... ere the sun rises.

Theoden: Fell deeds awake... Now for Wrath... Now for Ruin... and the Red Dawn...
[(horn blows]
Theoden: Forth Eorlingas!

I’m going down to south park, gonna have myself a time.
Friendly faces everywhere, humble folks without temptation.
Going down to south park, gonna leave my woes behind.
Ample parking day or night, people shouting "howdy neighbor!"
Heading on out to south park, gonna see if I can’t unwind.
I like girls with big ti*****, I like girls with big fat va*****.
So come on down to south park and meet some friends of mine.

Stan Marsh, Eric Theodore Cartman, Kyle Broflovski, Kenny McKormick.
Darn, they hooked me.

I just shaved without lotion.

p.s. pixie! just slay, butcher, snuff and do away with the raffles vball team. they're just fiddlesticks spouting crap and doing no action. or do you want our rugby team to frolic with them with erm.. humane and tender tackles? seriously, i presuppose none of us will object. yeah.

My sanity is going wild. Real freaking wiggly wild. I wonder how life will be after scrutinizing those lethargic A papers, darn. Army? Darn the government. Who in the freaking hell will onslaught our cocky Singaporeans? Enlisting for the army is dumb, half-assed, idiotic, imbecilic, blah blah blah. Let those white tees politicians whack the adversaries' asses themselves. How i wish i can brandish my middle finger right in front of the PM face.

Oh, aspirations needed to be fulfiled in my life.
1. Backpack around the world, make myself master of all languages vulgarities, perhaps dialects too. Sojourn in France for the longest period, to verify the truth behind those French ladies' sizzling hospitality.

2. Produce a film, of course, R21 will certainly make a good choice.

3. Modify my automobile into a raging monster, and play hide-and-seek with the traffic police. Occasional imprisonment is fine.

4. Constitute a rugby team comprising of only... my kids. Boys only.

5. Love you people.

Finally, by the age of fifty, if i am stil down to one's bottom dollar, i shall devise a plan, so foolproof, to... erm... rob a bank.
Be matriculated into this extraordinary league, booking required due to first come first served basis.
Thank you.

My kidneys blow to kingdom come.
In other words, both detonated.
Yes, detonated. Cant u read, de-to-na-ted.
No more beer-sloshing. It meant only one thing, demand of beer will fall drastically, and supply stays constant, and the decrement of the prices will certainly make my jaws dropped, or even leave my balls dangling.
Yet, how come the final count for my econs is a F, darn you macroeconomics.

"I will take the Ring," he said,
"though I do not know the way."

God has crafted a rousing action-adventure for the fellowship. Frodo, Gandalf, Aragorn, Boromir, Legolas, Gimli, were the every fragments that constructed this appalling group of elf, hobbit, dwarf, humans, and wizard, and they were setting out on a difficult journey to Mt. Doom, facing Sauron and his legion. The battle for middle earth had commenced.

Aragorn, Isuldur's heir, the emblem of dauntlessness, the symbol of leadership, rose above the fellowship. With the sword clenched tightly in his palms, the orcs proved to be mere sissy-pants, or pantywaists, whatever you want to name those homely as a mud fence bitches. But, Aragorn aint a saint. He was void of perseverance to carry on at times, too hard, too tough, the future just seemed so bleak.
What knacks should Peter Jackson induce into the other characters to aid Aragorn then?
Simple, Gandalf is the sage, Boromir is the potent warrior, Legolas is the gruff dude, Gimli is the charming archer, and Frodo is... erm... perhaps just one born out of wedlock, to make the plot more interesting.
Anyway, the battle scenes are fascinating, worth a penny more than those stubby of Carlsberg. Aragorn fall on the orcs with blows which made my heart skipped thousand of beats.

So people of middle earth, behold. March on, Slay the orcs that impeded our road to victory. Sauron is awaiting, for you, for me, because he needs to be kicked in the ass. The fellowship has ascented from almost nothing, and we have sworned to drip ounces of blood on every inch of grass. Maybe gallons, litres, i do have not the faintest idea. The final battlefield will be in a holy place, the august and magnificent land for wonders and miracles.
The Police Academy.
See you there.

By the way, i do not by any means possess a sword, perhaps only biceps bigger than my chest.